I Fly Kicked The Bad Boy

Chp 3

WILMA'S POV

Cruel fate has snatched away my morning –

My mother has given me the cold shoulder ever since I may have accidentally-on- purpose fly kicked a boy in the face, and today is no exception. I awakened to silence, Got ready in silence and expected to be driven to school in exactly that. My mother, of course, had other plans.

Plans that included a lecture.

Mum shakes her head and says something along the lines of: "Alright. No more of this business!? I Don't want to see you kicking anymore boys in the face? Got it?"

I nod my head and say "yeah, yeah" which is a common phrase I repeat when someone is talking and my ears aren't doing that thing they're supposed to do.

I stare out the window as she continues to ramble on. All I can concentrate on is how everyone is going treat me knowing about what I did.

Yes, as unbelievable as it is, I actually did fly kick Ezra Jeong in the face.

and it's all because I do competitive taekwondo.

Or at least I used too.

People think I'm just a nerd who has no social life or skills because I get good grades and I spend all my time studying.

This is all true by the way. But it's still incredibly rude and they should stop thinking it.

I may get good grades, and I do study, but I usually only study the night before a test (sometimes even the early hours before) because I spend most of my time in the gym training.

A family friend trained me for most of my life and I even competed in competitions across the country. The only reason I haven't continued is because it's my final year of school and I need to focus all of my energy on my grades and getting into uni.

And it's a good thing too that the school was lenient with my punishment as they only gave me a short suspension that won't go on my permanent record.

Anyway, that doesnt change the fact that I am now I'm the talk of the school and I absolutely hate it? Why? Because i'll probably end up being Emily Osment cyber bullied or something.

Plus I hate being stared at because it means I have to use energy and look back.

"Have a good day. " my mother kisses my forehead after pulling up to the school curb.

"I will." I manage to reply before being physically pushed out of the car.

Most people would call this abuse, but I call this "My mum is a cranky old Italian lady who has very little patience".

Walking through the school entrance, I hide my head underneath a school hat in an attempt not to be noticed.

Things are sailing smoothly and I manage to make it the great hall before some sack of turds rips it off and displays my face to the entire hallway. All I have on today is my school's P.E. uniform, which is way to big for me on account of it used to belong to my older brother.

My hair, which is moss brown and falls down past my chest, is dishevelled 'cuz i'm not stuffed to brush it.

"Oh, sorry I thought you were –" the girl stops in her tracks as she suddenly realised I am not her stupid friend, but in fact, the girl who fly kicked a kid in the face.

Suddenly the entire hallway fades to silence. It's as if I'm a diseased person.

The only person who doesn't seem to care is Ariel Hammer and also her group of followers (by default). I hear her whisper something slimy into one of her little friend's ears before they all snicker in unison.

Ugh. God I hate her.

Ariel Hammer is the queen bee of my school. She's a poser surfer girl who is revered for her perfect appearance. With luscious blonde hair, large almond brown eyes and perfectly tanned skin, she's got everything going for. That and she could make anything look good, like for instance a plastic bag or our shit p.e. uniform.

So as you can imagine, Ariel's ego has inflated and she ever so wrongly believes that she is a wonderful and important person.

"You could totally see up her skirt. How disgusting." I hear her snicker before she notices me staring. "Take a picture, it'll last longer."

The knowledge that I managed to kick the toughest kid in school fuels my courage my reply, and ever so stupidly do I. "Don't gossip about me."

Ooo. Really burned them there, didn't I.

"What the actual fuck? We weren't even talking about you." she so obviously lies.

I don't have the energy to battle this bimbo. But before I can even think about walking away, the deep raspy voice of Bryce Miller, fourth best looking boy in our year interjects.

"I literally just heard you." He chuckles. "Don't listen to them, they're mean aye."

I burn bright red as I stare directly into his fourth best looking in the year eyes. An actual whole boy stood up for me. And not just some teacher or my dad, an attractive boy who I go to school with.

"Yeah, suck my farts." I spit, poking my tongue out.

"That's actually disgusting." She simply rolls her eyes before sashaying away with her little friends.

"She's a piece of work aye?" Bryce smiles and I almost forget that his name is Bryce.

"Ha-ha, yeah. Wouldn't want to submit her... y-you'd probably get a C- minus or something. The art boards pretty tough in marking.... And stuff." I fumble over my words like an IDIOT.

"Ha, yeah. Sick kick by the way." He smiles "I guess I'll see you around, karate girl?"

"haha.... Y-yeah." I reply. "I do taekwondo though."

Oh my god, I think I've reached enlightenment.

-

Wilma Miller. Sure it doesn't have the same ring as my usual last name but at last now people will be able to pronounce it.

I sit in p.e. fantasying Bryce and I's wedding which is completely normal and not weird at all for someone my age. Even if Bryce has only ever spoken to me once and I barely know him.

Mrs Anderson, my p.e. teacher yodels something about sport and then blows the whistle unnecessarily because whistles are fun but blowing them when directly into someone's - someone being me -ear is even more fun.

"Alright, Everyone pair up and pass the balls."

"Don't look now, but Ezra is staring at you." Natalie says to me as I throw the ball towards her.

Giving into the urge, I do a full totally not suspicious or noticeable 180° to face the back of the field.

It is here that I spot Ezra Jeong, who sits with his stupid friends at the back of the bleachers, a large bandage covering the part of his nose he ever so rudely put in front of my foot to kick when I was in mid-air.

In all honesty, I didn't mean to do that much damage. I just wanted to knock him over, not reconstruct his entire face.

But maybe this will be a learning experience for him.

"Hey, Willy!" Someone yells from behind me.

Or not.

Before I even have time to react, a basketball is sent hurtling towards me. It plants itself onto front of my head and I recoil to the ground. After a seconds worth of groaning, I sit up only to come face to face with Ezra Jeong's friends, who are in hysterics. Jason Lloyd, who only breathes through his mouth, appears to have been the perpetrator as his arms are still positioned outward.

Ezra jeong stands beside them with his arms crossed over his massive chest. A slight smirk plays at his cheek and I watch as he and his friends quickly scattering from the scene shortly after.

"Hey." Mr Anderson whistles as he rushes over to help me. "Are you alright."

"...For now." Natalie states ominously.